Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.